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Shout out!

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How long will you bear the weight of silence before it shatters you? What makes it so challenging for you to open your heart and accept assistance? Like a forest fire dwindling to its final embers, you are a vibrant flame that continues to flicker. I can sense it in the ashes of your stride. I wonder if the metaphorical prison cells you carry on your shoulders ever become too burdensome. I wonder if they’re the cause of your faltering steps. I question if the prison cells you bear, affixed to your speech, ever weigh too heavily on your words. … Continue reading Shout out!

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Rules

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Once upon a time, I was a prisoner of my own creation, bound by the chains of rules and regulations. I used to have rules about poetry, a world where words danced to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I counted in line, time, meter, and form, each syllable a steppingstone, each line a journey, each poem a universe unto itself. I was a puppeteer of language, fingering syllables and forking tongues, weaving tapestries of emotion and thought with the threads of words. I used to have rules about love, a labyrinth of do’s and don’ts that dictated the rhythm of … Continue reading Rules

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The Half-Past-One Blues

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There are moments that I yearn to escape from, to shed this skin that serves as a transient sanctuary. Yet, there are milestones where I find solace in my own presence, marveling at the distance my spirit has traversed. I strive to distill my days into simplicity, but I encounter souls, spaces, and objects that stir my core, inundating me with a torrent of emotions that remain an alien dialect to my speech. I am youthful, at least in spirit, and it feels as though I have witnessed a treasure chest of bygone eras. The purpose of my existence is … Continue reading The Half-Past-One Blues

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Like The Tide

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In the mess of my thoughts, I stumbled upon an open book, its pages as blank as the canvas of a yet-to-be-painted masterpiece. Within its untouched expanse, I saw the perfect silhouette of an airplane, a phantom etched in the parchment, a surreal dream cradled within the confines of reality. The clouds, those ethereal guardians of the sky, heaved with the weight of unshed rain, parting reluctantly to reveal a place, a center, a wish. It was a sanctuary, a haven where I gathered the musky scents of forgotten memories and remnants of clothes strewn across the floor. In the … Continue reading Like The Tide

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A Poem, A Song, A Story

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Deep in my heart, I feel regret, a heaviness that has seeped into my days. I’ve worn it like a cloak, a weight that has tethered me to the earth, pulling me from the sky in a relentless downpour. These are the days where names have lost their meaning, where the echo of my own seems to fade into the background. But amidst this melancholy, spring has arrived, a season that I’ve always claimed as my own. It has brought with it a blooming, a sudden burst of color that has taken me by surprise. It’s an invitation, an opportunity … Continue reading A Poem, A Song, A Story

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A Tribute to Mothers

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No single photograph, no matter how beautifully composed, can capture the essence of a mother’s love. It transcends the confines of a frame, spilling over into the world in a cascade of warmth and tenderness. It is a love that cannot be quantified, for it is priceless, boundless, and immeasurable. No elixir, no matter how potent, can replicate the healing power of a mother’s touch. It is a balm for the soul, a salve for the heart, a remedy that soothes all aches. Mothers are the architects of dreams, the weavers of hope, the pillars of strength. They are the … Continue reading A Tribute to Mothers

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The Poetic Universe

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In the land of a poem, time is but an illusion, a mere specter that holds no sway. It is a place where the chasm between hunger and its satisfaction is non-existent, where the line separating joy from sorrow is blurred. It is a sanctuary where I can reach out to you, in a manner more profound than the mere touch of skin. You can trace your fingers along the contours of my verses, feel the weight of my thoughts as they rise and fall with the rhythm of my heartbeat. It’s a dance of words and emotions, a ballet … Continue reading The Poetic Universe

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The Birth of Art in Adversity

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Art, my dear, is not a privilege bestowed upon the fortunate, nurtured in the cradle of affluence, nor is it the offspring of tender mothers and doting fathers. It is the phoenix that rises from the ashes of hardship, birthed in the narrow lanes of ghettos, in the heart of favelas, amidst the stark nakedness of poverty. Art does not discriminate. It does not segregate based on the color of one’s skin, the race they belong to, or the creed they adhere to. It is a generous spirit, a universal language that speaks to all, transcending man-made boundaries and biases. … Continue reading The Birth of Art in Adversity

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Being Strong

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In the quiet core of your being, listen. Listen to the salted caramel voices of the women within you. Their whispers are the echoes of a thousand generations, a symphony of strength and resilience. Their stories, heavy with wisdom and experience, paint vivid pictures on the canvas of your skin. This skin, it’s thick. Thick like the barriers we’ve crossed, the obstacles we’ve overcome. Thick like the borders we’ve birthed, the lines we’ve drawn in the sand to claim our space in the world. Thick like the borders we’ve burned, the constraints we’ve shattered in our quest for freedom. Yet, … Continue reading Being Strong

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A Simple Reminder

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Deep in your soul, you’ll discover a truth that’s as profound as it is simple: you are your own sanctuary. Yes, you can seek solace in the warmth of another’s embrace, intertwine your fingers with theirs, but the echo of loneliness cannot be silenced by mere physical presence. An empty house remains empty, no matter how many guests you invite, if the owner never returns. Sometimes, the hero of your story is you. There will be mornings when you’ll rise from your bed, your heart heavy as a stone sinking into the ocean’s depths. Yet, your legs will not falter, … Continue reading A Simple Reminder